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I dunno if any of you have seen this yet, but god this is ridiculous.
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Nasty.
But in the future, try to start threads that we can actually have a discussion about. Not just "Damn, that place is dirty." Also, the grossest thing about it? Domino's pizza.
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Well, we can discuss how in the hell someone could manage to allow their living space to get to that point.
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dogg the link is broken. plus, isn't this pointless thread type stuff?
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Her place got that messy because she didn't clean it. Case closed.
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The browny/orangey stain on the toilet seat looks fairly ominous......
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Yes, I think its a huge factor of living alone. Because if there's no one else around to tell you to clean your shit up, then you won't. I noticed the litter box in the one picture, I can't believe there were cats living there for real.
Also, I apologize if the thread is a little pointless but this is beyond astounding.
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I haven't yet seen the apartment in question.
But I must say I do not understand why my mother believes that my room needs to be vacuumed every week.
I don't think we should object too much to a thread with no point. There are plenty of other threads. There is not a quota.
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Supposedly there are two cats, who have not been found yet.
Also, there's a chance that the person may have OCD. I saw a program once where one guy basically kept everything he picked up outside. There weren't any criteria for the objects other than he didn't throw anything away.
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I think there's a psychological condition that sort of like kleptomania, but instead of stealing things it's not throwing them away, that's probably what's going on in this house. But holy hell that is a messy apartment. My god. I wouldn't be surprised if they found Jimmy Hoffa in there or some shit.
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there is civilization buried in there somewhere
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Yeah, you're talking about hoarding. Just like with other forms of ocd, the rationale behind it can vary greatly from individual to individual. They've found people who've bought into their problem wholesale and talk about how objects can have souls just like anything else or feel that they really, honest to god might need all that stuff someday. And of course there's also the supremely frustrated individuals who realize what a huge problem they have but simply can't resist indulging in the behavior.
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It looks faked to me.
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That's insane. There must be some kind of disorder at work to let a place get to that stage.
I'm not exactly the cleanest / tidiest of guys but even my filth reaches a point where I just think "Holy shit man you need to clean this up, this is vile."
I'm just trying to figure out what all the stuff was in the bathroom. I probably don't want to figure it out but damn, I'm sure I've never seen anything that looks like it before. It kinda reminds me of the foam insulation stuff you can get.
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my guess is it's real. it doesn't surprise me that there are people capable of living their lives in that state. there are some pretty strange people out there.
still, those pictures set my ocd off something awful. arrgh
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That poor computer!
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I guarantee that the person who lives there is really fat.
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We need to nick this smiley for our forum:
(http://www.houston-imports.com/forums/images/smilies/hsrun.gif)
It expresses what I feel every time I accidentally open the comic discussion forums.
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I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.
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Well, someone's not getting their security deposit back.
What shocks me the most is that other than cigarettes, none of the trash is drug or alcohol related. A mess like that should include some empty plastic vodka jugs or syringes or something. The absence of pill bottles and burnt spoons leads me to believe that this person must be very mentally ill.
Later in the thread, the OP says that the cats are alive and living with someone else, so the grossness level drops just a bit.
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(http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/6564/raymar1smlpt7.jpg)
The landlord was left several thousand dollars out of pocket
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I think I'm missing something though, did the OP say that he just walked right into the house because they couldn't get a hold of anybody?
Other than that, just one question:
(http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q232/scapocy/Barefoot.jpg)
WHY IN THE HELL *CAN I NOT PAY ATTENTION*
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Who's barefoot? I'm thinking you are simply mistaken about what you are seeing, which is easy enough to do, what with all the clutter.
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Oh shit, you might be right. :oops:
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I love the picture with the ironing board.
'Cause you know, you gotta look sharp.
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It's a chick in some white flats or something.
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Anyone notice that stick of deoderant on the ground near that guy's foot? There is some unfortunate irony there.
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How the fuck did those guys get into my house?
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I know of someone who lived like that, my stepdad's aunt. After her "partner" died, apparently she just kept everything that wasn't trash. My parents went to clean her house out after she died, there is a picture of a man who stands about 6' tall next to the window, he is right at the window, and the clutter was up to his chest.
It was almost nothing but paper as well. There were newspapers from the mid 80s in her apartment, she just saved all her mail, all her newspapers, everything.
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Man, it can't be that hard to do. I've only lived in my apartment a month, but if I saved all the junk mail I got, I bet I'd be an inch or two deep in paper already.
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pretty much everyone who lives on their own knows you have to do a lot of cleaning every day since no one else will remind you or do it for you. i imagine it would be pretty easy to just stop doing it if you get depressed or busy enough. probably moreso once the trash starts building up and it then gets harder and more time-consuming to clean up.
now i am thinking if this person doesn't have a mental illness it is equally likely they have really severe depression. sad stuff.
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But I must say I do not understand why my mother believes that my room needs to be vacuumed every week.
If you don't vacuum every week (or every two weeks, or whatever you have scheduled), it's easy to forget. Because carpet gunk is not as obvious as, say, open food on the counter or messy clothes on the floor, esp if you have a dark carpet. Then two months later it's like "what's that smell... oh, carpet."
My grandad's place was almost that bad when he died. He had dementia, probably some other mental health problems too, but at the end, dementia. Only instead of old food and cigarettes it was things he picked up at flea markets, and not collectibles worth anything, but boxes of old romance paperbacks and wooden knicknacks and tools. It took several weeks to burn everything needing burning. I feel bad for this person but more relieved that they only had two pets and that the pets are safe. Animal hoarders are the absolute worst.
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This reminds me I have to go over to my dads place and pick up that vacuum cleaner he got for me.
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pretty much everyone who lives on their own knows you have to do a lot of cleaning every day since no one else will remind you or do it for you. i imagine it would be pretty easy to just stop doing it if you get depressed or busy enough. probably moreso once the trash starts building up and it then gets harder and more time-consuming to clean up.
now i am thinking if this person doesn't have a mental illness it is equally likely they have really severe depression. sad stuff.
The only room in my house that I clean up every day is the kitchen, because I have taken enough biology classes to know what will grow in there if I don't. Otherwise, I do laundry probably every 3 to 4 weeks, or whenever I run out of underwear, and I have forgotten to take the trash out like 3 weeks in a row, and there are a couple of dirty dishes stacked up on my desk, but maybe sane people just don't consume that much garbage in the first place? because my house does not look like that or anywhere close.
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It would be worse if you lived on takeaways. Me and the BF did that for a couple of months and the amount of rubbish was fucking insane. Like, there was literally not enough bin space to cope.
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my house and room can get messy pretty fast. i only ever cook my own food and therefore have to constantly clean the kitchen, and our old house last year didn't have a dishwasher which meant even just a day or two of not washing dishes would lead to pretty disgusting piles of dirty plates and sometimes mold.
i've read stories of kids who come from abused homes where their parents basically completely neglected them on account they were too busy and usually the living situations look really similar to this one. i'm sure some of it is due to some kind of mental illness, but sometimes when you're in the same place and it's only getting a bit messier or a bit worse every day you just don't see how bad it really is unless you're looking in from an outsider's perspective.
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I really hate how this happens here in Houston so often. Like once a week, there'll be an article in the Chronicle about one more nutty hoarder. I hope when I move out that won't happen to me.
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But I must say I do not understand why my mother believes that my room needs to be vacuumed every week.
If you don't vacuum every week (or every two weeks, or whatever you have scheduled), it's easy to forget. Because carpet gunk is not as obvious as, say, open food on the counter or messy clothes on the floor, esp if you have a dark carpet. Then two months later it's like "what's that smell... oh, carpet."
I definitely understand this point. It never looks like my carpet is dirty, but whenever I vacuum the bag fills up. Come to think of it, when's the last time I vacuumed?
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did you guys watch the Oprah episode about hoarding? i'm kind of surprised that i've seen it myself since i don't watch much tv but eh, whatever.
anyway, it's a pretty horrifying existence. people have been crushed to death when their mountain of useless shit fell over on them. my mind, she boggles.
compulsions are weird. ooh can we derail this thread to talk about compulsions? i know every single one of you has an odd tick or habit that you have virtually no control over and i'd like to know what they are because that sort of thing is interesting to me.
for example, i have to crack my knuckles every time i wash my hands or else something bad will happen. if my knuckles can't be cracked, then i just crack anything else i can find(neck, back, toes etc.) and wait till they can be cracked.
so what about you guys?
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Oprah
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what about you guys?
I have hyperfocus and am possibly in the autistic spectrum (the former is definite, the latter speculation on the part of family members, previous teachers, and myself). Sometimes I find myself making the same repetitive gestures over and over, or realize that I have stopped in my tracks because my mind was wonderering so much, and I occassionally have mood swings where it seems like I am not entirely in control of my actions.
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I compulsively run. It's not at a specific time or place, but sometimes, I just have to run, somewhere. I'll skip out of work or get out of bed and just go. It used to be a lot worse. Over time, this feeling builds up inside of me, and when I run it gets spent, like a static discharge. That's about as best as I can describe it.
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I cannot climb up or down a flight of stairs without my feet doing it to the rhythm of "one two three FOUR FIVE six seven eight NINE TEN, ELEVEN TWELVE" in this song (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=HgocE-JfWFI)
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Since you asked....
Sometimes (that's right not always) I can absolutely not sleep if I don't
A ) Move certain things out of my line of vision
B ) Completely make sure that there is dead silence
C ) Completely remove ALL light sources, I even need to unplug the stereo because of the little red light on the power button, same thing with the little LED on the computer motherboard. I'm not exaggerating.
I also have psychological things where I will constantly go over a conversation (almost always completely mundane) and worry incessantly over whether I embarrassed myself, even when I CLEARLY did not. I will even remember conversations from years ago and be really annoyed/worried over what happened.
I could probably go on but I won't bore you guys with the un-interesting ones.
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I also have psychological things where I will constantly go over a conversation (almost always completely mundane) and worry incessantly over whether I embarrassed myself, even when I CLEARLY did not. I will even remember conversations from years ago and be really annoyed/worried over what happened.
I'm pretty sure everybody does this, especially when they're young.
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Maybe I'm the odd one out, but I've never done that.
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*shrug* you may be right about that, since it seems to have gotten better as I've gotten older (I'm 18 in a couple months). But I was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder when I was little, and I'm quite anti-social (I only have a few close friends).
Do you think many people go over years old encounters and worry over them though? That part I find a bit odd.
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Maybe I'm the odd one out, but I've never done that.
Comedies frequently turn on a major character's lack of self-awareness.
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The knuckle cracking bit is actually a pretty big one for me, too.
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huh. it was just brought to my attention that, without fail, i always lick my lips after inhaling smoke.
i did not know that i did that. i'm sure it must look stupid.
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Do you think many people go over years old encounters and worry over them though? That part I find a bit odd.
I do. I also imagine the ways future potential arguments and conversations may go (but never actually go), extensively, in my head. I will go over and over them, refining my responses to others' imaginary points, and sometimes find myself so caught up in these could-be discussion threads that I am speaking my "parts" out loud, re-working them again and again until they sound right to me. It is like I am doing dialogue exercises as a writer, but to "real" people, and sometimes talking out loud.
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I will daydream a lot, but like, weird fantastic dreams that would look cool. I also have a really short temper when people tell me I'm wrong on an opinion (ie: just because they smoked weed once they have begun the utter and complete destruction of their brain, I do not think this), but only at certain times. It almost is like it builds up, and then I want to release it all on one person and totally ruin their life. I think I might be a bad person because of that, but I've become much better at suppressing that.
I also have this thing where I have an organized mess. I'll have a general idea where everything should be, but if its not there, I come close to going into a panic mode to find out where it is. This is especially true for things like my keys, wallet, and phone. I have a lesser, more frustrated feel when I can't find things like paintbrushes, paint pots, or exacto knives.
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I can't put my socks on first when I get dressed. Like, to the extent where if I do without realising I have to take them off and start again.
I... I don't know why.
Also I mean the stuff I carry with me - phone, wallet etc - always has to go in the same pockets every day or I freak out and think I've lost things. I think that's a fairly normal thing though?
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My friend does that, except instead of going over conversations she's already had, she says what she thinks her friends or whoever else she's 'talking' to would say.
Thankfully I don't obsess over whether or not I've embarrassed myself or not, because nine times out of ten I have and it doesn't do any good worrying about it.
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I always put my clothes on in the exact same order: underpants, socks, shirt, pants, shoes. I can't put my pants on before my shirt, because it feels like I can never get the shirt tucked in right.
I just realized a second thing: I always tuck my shirt in. Yeah, most of the time it's a "dress code" issue, but I can't even have my shirt untucked on the weekend, even if it's a t-shirt.
And I always stab my victims with the left hand, even though I'm right handed.
...okay, that last one was a lie. :roll:
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My friend does that, except instead of going over conversations she's already had, she says what she thinks her friends or whoever else she's 'talking' to would say.
That... that's what I was talking about. Also, is your friend hot? Because if so I'd like to spend the rest of my life imagining (but not having) heated arguments and dirty makeup sex talk with her.
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Yes she is. Sorry, I missed the 'future potential' bit because of good reasons.
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I also do the whole worrying about past conversations-thing, and thinking about whether or not I embarrassed myself or not, even when I really don't have a reason to do so.. About pretty mundane stuff, and sometimes years back, like someone mentioned. It sucks and is fairly pointless, so I try to not do it, but it's difficult. It would make more sense to think about future conversations, I guess.
Recently I've discovered a couple of things I "obsess about" that I thought were fairly common, but that apparently isn't? Like, I always wash my hands after taking out the trash, because I feel dirty, even though I've only touched the plastic and the lid of the trash can. My dad, who is a neat freak, totally laughed at me for doing this, and I've noticed I'm the only one I know (who I've seen take out the trash) who does it. And after I've vacuumed, I always vacuum the mouthpiece of the vacuum cleaner, which to me makes perfect sense, and it baffles me that none of the 20 or so people I share a vacuum cleaner with or the friends I've mentioned it to do it..
I also always put my socks on last, and roll and "tie" plasic bags compulsively before putthing them away.
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I always wash my hands after taking out the trash, because I feel dirty
Me too! Even though I think a certain amount of uncleanliness is healthy, I can't stand it.
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I've only touched the plastic and the lid of the trash can.
The lid of the trash can is one of the filthiest surfaces around I bet. Anyway, I totally do that too, plus I wash my hands as soon as I am near a bathroom whenever I've ridden the train. I should really start carrying around Purell for when I'm going out.
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I pace constantly if I'm not doing something. Sometimes even if I am, like reading.
I am basically always on my feet unless I have to be sitting.
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I don't think it's a nervous tic, but I really hate it when these twin guys in one of my classes sit and pick their noses. It turns my stomach, I cannot sit near them or in any position where I can see them because I spend so much time trying not to see them that I don't get any work done. It is extremely disgusting and horrible. Don't do this, people. That is what tissues are for.
Something that probably is a nervous tic is cracking my knuckles. I'm amazed how many people object to it, considering how many people actually do it. I guess it's one of those Marmite things.
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I have to brush my teeth whenever I've had anything to eat and every time I go outside. I even carry one of those tiny toothbrush/toothpaste with me everywhere. I guess it started when I had braces, because things got stuck and it was really nasty, but when I had my braces removed I just continued brushing my teeth like a crazy person. I mean, if I eat an apple during class I immediately walk over to the bathroom to brush my teeth when class is over, I just feel really dirty if I don't.
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Numbers. I count out fours, fives, sixes, eights, and nines, along with most multiples or factors. I also walk funny on tile. Same about touching garbage. I also always have a general feeling that I have forgotten something.
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Ooh! I also add the numbers of all license plates I see, and then I count the individual numbers in the result, and I keep doing this until I get a one-digit answer. When it is not nine I get frustrated.
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please tell em that is an art installation.. pleeeease
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I also imagine the ways future potential arguments and conversations may go (but never actually go), extensively, in my head. I will go over and over them, refining my responses to others' imaginary points
I do that too. Not only with conversations, also with stuff like forum posts. I keep thinking about it, and when I'M done, when I have a perfect response to, say, the Gun Control Thread, I don't even psot it, because, you know, I always thought it, so where's the point in posting?
The same applies to conversations. I plan them, and then I never have them, because in my head everything worked out fine.
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I definitely do the imagining future conversations thing - recently this has proved kind of useful for the first time because it has left me remarkably prepared for confrontations that I had seen coming. I also do this weirdly narcissistic thing where I imagine other people's conversations about me. Sometimes they are nice things they say, sometimes not, but apparently I just like to think people are talking about me.
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Whenever I walk on a sidewalk that has lines on it, I try to evenly space out my steps so there is a rhythm to it - one step on the middle of a line, two on clear areas, then one on one line, then two on clear again, and so on, and so on. If I can't do it I will never walk on that sidewalk again.
I do this! Most of the sidewalks on my campus have been labeled according to the number of steps I can take within each section of sidewalk between the lines. A sidewalk can be a 2, meaning two steps in each, a 2-3, meaning two in one and three in the next, then two again, or anything like that.
I am a sad, sad creature.
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I play with my hair. A lot.
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When I close the refrigerator door I push on the door three times to make sure it's shut then I check the seal 3 times visually to make sure it's closed.
I check the door to make sure it's locked three times turn once to the left then to the right then to the left.
I actually am not very neat but I do clean up once every two months pretty well.
I cannot believe this apartment. I felt bad that I had a stack of cleaned out recyclable cans and bottles in my kitchen...
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when i lock my car, i always turn the key twice even though i know that once will lock all the doors.
and i have said this one on the forums before, but when i eat skittles it has to be in groups of three and in acceptable color groups. three of one color, any combination of red and purple, or any combination of green orange and yellow. if necessary, red can also mix with orange and yellow. extra skittles at the end, if there are only 2 or none that can be combined, will be thrown away or given to somebody else. i also cannot eat skittles if they come from new zealand (and probably australia) since their green is apple flavoured instead of lime, and cannot mix with the others.
also, my apartment is almost always a mess. there are clothes and yarn and books and half knitted socks all over the place. but it is cluttered, not disgusting.
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skittles text.
I do something similar. I lay out my bag of skittles on the table. I separate the reds from the rest. They are the master skittle. Then I use the orange, yellow and purple to gather up all the greens. They are the cause of all the problems for the reds. The greens are eaten first while they do manual labor for the reds. The orange, yellow and purple also help in that labor, but they too eventually get eaten. Then what usually happens is that the tropical skittles come in and liberate some of the skittle camps, causing the red ones to be eaten while salvaging the few green ones that are left with barely a candy coating on them.
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i get the feeling that i am being mocked.
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Yelley, I will share with you a true story.
When I eat M&Ms, I separate them into piles by color. Then I eat one from the biggest pile and repeat until that pile is the same size as the next size pile. Then I eat one from pile 1 and one from pile 2. This I repeat until both piles are the same size as the next pile down and so forth. You are not alone!
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damn that apartment is so nasty. i could not go more than a week without cleaning, just because i have wood floors and you can feel how dirty it is when you're walkign around barefoot
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When I eat food of any kind it have to have equal portions at the end so that everything can be eaten in one bite and completely finished. This makes for some difficult maneuvering when I'm at a restaurant. If I'm at home, it's a little easier.
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i get the feeling that i am being mocked.
Actually no, I do the holocaust with skittles. Its this thing I've started doing. I actually got two of my friends to do it too. Or I smash two skittles together to see which one breaks.
Also, I will only eat resse's pieces if I have at least all 3 colors in my hand.
Unless I've given a starburst away, I have to eat them in the order they come in the package.
I have a lot of weird candy rules.
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When I eat M&Ms, I separate them into piles by color. Then I eat one from the biggest pile and repeat until that pile is the same size as the next size pile. Then I eat one from pile 1 and one from pile 2. This I repeat until both piles are the same size as the next pile down and so forth. You are not alone!
I do something like this when I eat any coloured things. I will get a handful of m&m's/skittles/startburst lollies/whatever and separate them into colours. I find the pile with the smallest number, then make the other piles have the same number, separating the extras into their own set of colour piles. Then eat the extras so that they all end up having the same number each, before eating them in an order so they stay having the same number. Then I move to the original piles and do the same 'order until they are all gone' process. have had friends eat from the non-extra piles just to annoy me, because they have watched me go through the process a number of times.
That is unless I am focussing on something more important while eating them, then I just snarf them down any which way.
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I collected conkers while walking the dogs this evening. I had to have seven in each pocket, and they all had to be unblemished.
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Re: skittles
I do the same thing with Starbursts. Whenever I'm eating them, I have to eat them in an order: pink, orange, red, yellow. I hate doing it it any other way, or just eating one of a color without the others.
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Whenever I walk on a sidewalk that has lines on it, I try to evenly space out my steps so there is a rhythm to it - one step on the middle of a line, two on clear areas, then one on one line, then two on clear again, and so on, and so on. If I can't do it I will never walk on that sidewalk again.
I'm not so hardcore that I never walk on the sidewalk again, but I do count my steps to pattern how many fit on each sidewalk tile.
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I don't pattern them, I just force them all to be in twos. Depending on my mood, I may either tolerate a one or three and then compensate with the same number in the next square, or hop/slow down to keep everything even.
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I'm just trying to figure out what all the stuff was in the bathroom. I probably don't want to figure it out but damn, I'm sure I've never seen anything that looks like it before. It kinda reminds me of the foam insulation stuff you can get.
It looked like he used toilet paper, dipped it in the toilet and then threw it on the floor.
I must check to see if the bathroom door is locked. Check the handle. If I have to go to the toilet, if I'm talking a shower, whatever, I must. I used to avoid stepping on lines in the sidewalk, but after being mocked for always looking down while walking I've stopped. And I'm still doing the going through conversations in my head thing.
Funny how people have so similar compulsions.
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If I'm going to do anything in the bathroom (use the toilet, brush my teeth, brush my hair, wash my face, etc) I have to first check that the closet is empty, check that the shower is empty, and then check to make sure the door is locked by jiggling the doorknob at least three times. Sometimes I also have to check if there is anything hidden in the cabinets, but that's not very often, and mostly only late at night. I always have to walk with the grain of a wood floor, or the direction of a tile floor. If I absolutely have to walk against it, my steps have to be in multiples of three, and I can't look at the ground while I'm doing it. I've gotten pretty good at a diagonal walk with my feet facing forward, though; I just start turning off sooner than most people.
With food, depending on the food I have all sorts of different ways I have to eat it. For example, if it's something small, it has to be lined up around the perimeter of my plate with one in the middle, and heated up that way. Then I pick which one looks the most delicious, and eat from the opposite side, eating one from each side so that the two sides are even. The one in the middle is eaten after the two to its sides are eaten. There are a lot of other rules, but I really doubt that anyone wants to learn that much about how I eat.
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Not an issue with me. Everyone has been going into some pretty good detail about their idiosyncracies.
Go crazy!
EDIT: As I was hitting SEND, I realized how insensitive this sounds. My apologies to anyone with legitimate mental illnesses.
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Whenever I use the bathroom at someone else's house, I always have to check behind the shower curtain to make sure that there isn't anyone hiding back there, waiting to stab me while I pee. I'm not sure what I would do if I actually found someone, aside from pee myself, but I have to check at least once, no matter what.
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Man, it's when I get out of the shower that I'm worried. I've just had a noisy shower blasting around me while I'm standing behind this moderately opaque curtain for 10-odd minutes! How do I know some knife-wielding lunatic hasn't broken in, murdered any family in the house at the time, and quietly opened my door to wait for me!
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i am not so worried about the shower in my own apartment as i am when i am staying in hotels. the city i live in is not safe, but it's all gang related violence. since i am not a member of any of the gangs, i doubt anyone would try to break into my place to kill me. and if they did, hiding in my shower is probably not the best route to take.
at hotels the first thing i check is the shower. then the closet. then the tv cabinet. then behind the drapes. then i deadbolt and flip that little not-really-a-chain chain lock thing. i can't lock the doors first, in case i actually find someone and need to make a quick escape.
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What if they come in while you're checking?
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There's no such thing as secure. There is no safe. We are doomed.
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What if they come in while you're checking?
hotel doors are never quiet.
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Skittles/colored candies:
I separate the orange and yellow from green, purple/brown and red. I pair up the yellows and oranges, eat the excess yellow or orange, and eat each pair one at a time. I make groups with one green, one purple/brown (it's not actually purple. but it's supposed to be) and one red. If there's too many of one color, I make groups of three with the rest. I eat one group of three at a time, eating the groups with color repeats first.
When I eat smarties, I make a bar graph of each color in rainbow order (I line up the smarties so that each column is one color and the bottom row is even), then eat one row at a time, until I am eating 6 at a time by the end.
I always chew on the right side of my mouth.
In a hallway, I always place my feet on the same colored tiles, if possible.
I always get dressed in the same order (bra underwear socks pants shirt accessories)
If a candy has two layers (ex. resees), I eat the outsides first, save all of the insides of the package, and eat all of the insides at once. I do this with easily dissembled normal food too, like cheese sandwiches.
I never realized how much stuff like this I do...
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So what we have learned from this thread thus far is that basically, absolutely everyone is a neurotic looney.
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Well, I was diagnosed with OCD as a young child, but I still don't really know exactly what it is I do to qualify, although admittedly I prefer many activities to socializing, even if it is just examining mundane objects aor simple arts and crafts. The few times I got a chance to ask about it my doctor would give me a funny look and a few vague answers about ritualized behavior without giving me any specifics beyond the fact that I seemed to prefer objects to people. Frankly, I've come to the conclusion that they sicced the shrinks on me waaaay too early in life and nobody really seems to have taken into account the distinct possiblity that hey, maybe I just don't like humoring people who don't particularly interest me much. A shame really; it would have saved my parents considerable sums of money if they had just realized I'm a bit self-centered and involved with my own projects rather than a child in need of help. It's kind of odd how much happier I became after I started ignoring the people who were convinced something was wrong with me.
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Well, I have dermatillomania (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dermatillomania). And it may or may not be related to dermatillomania, but I also break my nails when they get to the tips of my fingers. I try to keep myself from doing it because I actually like long nails and it's embarrassing to have extremely short nails, but I can't help it.
I also conduct conversations in my head and try to think of every possible response or question I could get. I've found out that this is helpful for job interviews.
I also carry around a hoodie with me everywhere, even when it's above 90 degrees outside. I get cold very easily, so I think it's more practical than crazy.
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When I eat M&Ms, I separate them into piles by color. Then I eat one from the biggest pile and repeat until that pile is the same size as the next size pile. Then I eat one from pile 1 and one from pile 2. This I repeat until both piles are the same size as the next pile down and so forth. You are not alone!
I separate my M&Ms by color too. Then I play survival of the fittest. Whichever group has the least number of M&Ms gets overpowered by the other groups and has to be eaten first. Then the next smallest group, then the next one, until there is only one group left. Then I eat that group. Then I go buy a new bag of M&Ms.
My coworkers make fun of me for my M&M eating habits. My usual response of "Fuck you, at least I have M&Ms" usually shuts them up.
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Man you told them. It sure is hard to get hold of some M&M's these days.
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I am eating peanut m&ms RIGHT NOW.
And they were FREE. Thank you manufacturers who print dates on so you can't read them! You give me free packets of candy!
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I make rainbows with my M&M's. I separate out the colors, then make a row of red, orange, yellow, green. blue, then brown, eating the excess. I get funny looks being a 32 year old man making rainbows with my candy, but I like to eat 'em that way.
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Dudes, peanut M & M's are the way to go.
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Hmm.
If someone has Dermatillomania, are they Dermatillic? If so, I am.
I pick at my nails.
During tests, I push my hair back and play with it. It gives me sex hair. xD
I count the steps between cracks and avoid stepping on them. I hate it when the sidewalk is cracked where it's not supposed to be.
I have to use mechanical pencils. I don't like the way regular lead ones feel. I always keep a Papermate Clearpoint with me. Google them. The best pencil evar.
I check behind shower curtains. I always leave mine open when I'm not in the shower.
I do a sort of lucid dream thing where I imagine conversation in advance.
If I get in trouble or something, I always think of a better excuse later.
I'm somewhat of a compulsive liar. I don't tell huge stories, I'll just change details to make something funnier or sound better.
btw, I haven't read past page one so sorry if I repeat.
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Glass shower doors. Yes.
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I used to be terrified of crossing the street. I'd always think of the worst thing that could possibly happen.
A semi would come flying out of the pits of hell and explode me.
I'm getting a little better.
But I still scream inwardly when i have to cross a big one.
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My dad has mirrored shower doors which means that you face yourself as you sit down on the toilet. Not good. I just realized, though, that I have never had the urge to check for shower people at his house so I guess it works enough to distract me from my irrational fear.